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 Sep 2014 zeineb bouhaouel
AlanK
There she is
reflected in this tiny droplet,
I see her laughter her pain
Her struggles and joy
Crisp and flawless like her love.

I am in there as well
The dreams dashed
The dreams unfulfilled
The future waiting to unfurl.
A teardrop is a marvelous thing
Like a bird’s eye
The future and the past
In clear view
Nothing obscured
Nothing hidden to protect the innocent
Or the sensitive
Or those trying to forget.

Sharply I see her good
Embracing her imperfections.
What is the formula one employs
To solve the mystery of love?
My rational mind is left wanting
Wavering and vacillating between
Apples and oranges
But in this teardrop
All is made clear
The fog and fissures
Are wiped clean and caulked,
Respectively.
The world I need and the world
My heart desires
Reflects with blinding light
With precise clarity.
From this crystal half dome
My blurred doubts are brought
Into focus
My entire world resides there
In that one tear of joy.
Right there doll,
hold that position,
wait one minute.
Ohhhhh that's right.
Maybe two.
Let me get the lighting
on your precious skin
just right.
Fight it.
Strike it.
I want to shoot you
deep in that pose.
curl your toes.
My cell battery's dying
& the connection is slow.
I'll be lost for awhile without you,
recharging.
Au revoir.....
lover.
O Baby Doll,
ooze
your richness,
your tender self
on me,
spread your
delicious wealth,
call me
your
Sweet Honey.
Life doth reflect
in sickness bed
Days of neglect
fever burning red

words fail to glow
Heart beats dull
thoughts of streams flow
Emptiness silent lull

day goes timeless distaste
Consumed in sick soul
Laid tis day to waste
labour of life stagnant foul

Awaiting the strength to fill
thoughts tis souls mate
oh on a bed lying still
sickness a feeling to hate
Oh yes you crazy lady,
there's a devil inside of me.
Unleash it with your
mad ways.
I'll play your silly
insane love game.
She struts serpentine,
moves seductively,
floating across the room
with nothing on
but white flowered-lace.

O Sweet Jesus,
she knows her reward!

So why,
why oh why,
does she torture me
this way?
Why.
Death toll on the rise
pain and suffering none too wise
Tragedy in unexpected moment
disaster in life a torment
can the heart fanthom life
Doth life answer worldly strife
Past a history to write
future a clueless path to light
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